so, how are ya gonna say, eight months later: oh, that action that i was a part of that might have [caused you to think badly of me], not [upset you in any way because shortly after i acknowledged it was an actual relationship you and i shared, i was in your fair city, drunkenly making out with your young sister-in-love]

so yeah!~ how, eight months later, are you gonna ask about her wellbeing all innocent and shit and then tack on oh by the way, i hope you didn't think badly of me, i hope you know that i wasn't just drunk

HOW ABOUT IF WE WEREN'T GONNA TALK ABOUT IT, WE JUST DON'T TALK ABOUT IT, YOU SNAKE, YOU DOGGEREL

yeah, that's right. DOGGEREL. you are loosely styled and irregular in measure and it is much to our amusement; we all see you are all for show and to that end you are trivial and cliched though you like to think so much differently

ask about the girl and then say oh i miss you people of your fair city

and before you've even insulted my decision to finally have some actual conversations with you again, putting that all in the past

i must juggle around words to create a response i can use as a reply because you don't go around saying YOUR VISIT HERE WAS A DISASTER AND WE'VE MOSTLY BLOCKED IT OUT OF OUR COLLECTIVE MEMORIES to people

who are supposed to be

old friends